Monday, November 20, 2006
I dreamt that you were still in love with me.
10:31 PM
Saturday, November 18, 2006
Last night was a blast at Rouge with 3 happy drunkards (high-ards, whatever)
Uploaded pictures
here!And if you want the videos,
HEHEHEHEHE
Especially
"CJC HOT STUFF - FREDA KWOK"You can always ask me for it.
Right, Freda?
Wahahahaha.
Oh oh and my uncle's schnauzer just gave birth to 3 puppies.
SHO KEWT.
5:19 PM
Monday, November 13, 2006
I chase people away.
Especially happy people.
11:44 PM
Sunday, November 12, 2006
Following the unbreakable captivation of my own shadows that drown me into its black abyss of indomitable nothingness.
I'm leading myself to my very own destruction
and I can't snap out of it.
Caught in its webs of intricacy that envelopes me in an asphyxiating manner that while I breathe, I know I'm dead.
I've lost the will to fight,
I've lost the will to live.
When life starts going downhill,
it drags me along with it.
My pathway are now blanks with superficiality.
9:48 PM
I met Chow today to borrow her econs book.
(
Thanks!!)
And guess what she said..
"You know, in the arts canteen in NUS, there's this uncle who looks like you."WAH LAO EH.
I LOOK LIKE AN UNCLE MEH!
Damn it. :/
12:57 AM
Friday, November 10, 2006
If I could, I would fix our wrists together
In such a fashion that God, Himself, couldn't tear us apart
I painted a picture of you on the back of my eyelids
So that, even when I blink, I won’t lose sight of you
I don't want to have to miss you
You ran a river through my eyes
2:44 PM
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
when you run into my arms
we steal a perfect moment
let the monsters see you smile
let them see you smile
and do i hold you too tightly
when will the hurt kick in
your life is beautiful
our hearts they beat and break
when you run away from harm
will you run back into my arms
like you did when you were young
will you come back to me
and i will hold you tightly
when the hurting kicks inI love Greys. :)
10:47 PM
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
Funny how I anticipate an email an entire day.
I wish one day I could be sick of love.
7:43 PM
Monday, November 06, 2006
The seek to find a true identity within the facade we all inadvertently weaved throughout the course of time, the course of experiences.
You don't own an image. The image may be yours, but in possession of it, you are not. It's vague. A silhouette you can't make out. You'll never know how your outline truly looks like. Water reflects, but the reflection is blurred. Mirror reflects, but how accurate is its reflexivity? Our shadows determined by the angle of light, only a black definition. A camera captures the moment, but it doesnt capture the deeper authencity. The one staring back at you in the mirror is rarely ever identical to an impression of your being that has been developed in the euphony of the contact made with another's mind.
You get to know your own shape by seeing the shapes of others. Seeing the walls of others, you imagine yourself. You cannot see yourself unless there are others. Because there are others, you can exist. If you're alone, then you'll be the same as everything else. There will be no difference between yourself and nothing. By understanding the difference between you and others, you form the image of yourself.We restrain, we compromise, we succumb, so as to metamorphosize that silhouette, that essence developed in another's memory, their minds, into something, someone, that only we can determine its bona fide worth. So that we would not feel futile nor inept in our world of existence. To fit the criterion, the expectations, we've set for ourselves in order to continue breathing. Or else, we'd inflict unto ourselves, the Sickness Unto Death.
In concrete definition,
Who are you.
3:51 PM
